Here's a teaser for the chapter that might sort of kind of be close to finishing-
But not really.
Enjoy.
"So why am I sitting at an airport at six o'clock in the morning with you guys again?"
Eiji wiggled in his seat. Despite his cheery manner, the redhead's hair was in a disarray and he kept rubbing his eyes, as if trying to dig out the sleep. "It's so exciting, Ryoma. We're going to America."
"Okay, that," He gestured to Eiji's movements hazily. "Is not allowed right now. Talk to me after one."
Yukimura, whose head was lying on Tezuka's shoulder with his feet resting on Atobe's lap nodded in agreement. "What Ryoma said."
Fuji sighed beside him. He was wearing an oversized sweater that Ryoma knew had to be Tezuka's. What was his deal with wearing other people's clothes? He glanced around the airport. It was fairly vacant which he attributed to the (God-awful) morning light. His gaze fell on Atobe who was texting hard-core on his cell phone. The violinist noticed him looking and Ryoma turned away.
"How much time until our flight?"
"Exactly ten minutes less then what it was five minutes ago when you last asked me." Tezuka answered and rose up a little to fumble through his back pocket. Fuji snorted.
He cocked his head. Then reached into his jacket pocket. The pills rattled inside the bottle annoyingly. "Here. You left them in the bathroom. And don't take anymore for a couple of days. "
Tezuka took them without a word. After a second, Ryoma realized everyone was staring at him.
"What?"
Eiji tapped down his seemingly ever-growing smile. "Nothing."
Lawl. Ryoma and Fuji get into a cat fight like two days later. I cry.